Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 25

"Brother Yan, the things have been packed, you can just go this way." Xu Zhen stood at the door of the room, pulling a small trolley case.

Song Yan buttoned the top button of his shirt and said, "I see."

He accepted an advertisement for a perfume, and the advertiser's headquarters is in Jiang City. He had to go back overnight to shoot the advertisement and then participate in an awards ceremony to be held tomorrow. After the end, he flew back here to continue filming.

BG's perfume is a favorite of many young people nowadays. The price of luxury goods is relatively close to the people. It is a perfume that white-collar workers and petty bourgeoisie love to buy.

Song Yan put on sunglasses and followed Xu Zhen downstairs, and got into the nanny's car.

When Song Yan was doing big things in a muffled voice, he seemed to be in a state of retreat. Fans didn't know what he was doing until after the official post about him.

"Brother Yan, you have two hours to go home after the awards ceremony tomorrow." Xu Zhen said while holding the tablet while looking at the itinerary.

Song Yan leaned on the seat and closed his eyes slightly to rest his mind. Hearing this, he just hummed.

He exudes a faint smell of green cypress from sea islands, which is an aquatic woody fragrance in the perfume invested by advertisers, just like the wind blowing through the forest covered by the sea, the salty sea water and the slightly bitter taste of green cypress Son, the latter is mostly a little bit, which makes people feel a little bit uplifted when they smell it.

Song Yan lowered his head slightly, and the strong smell of green cypress in his nostrils rushed straight to his forehead, making him sleep more and more awake.

Qi Yue said that she likes the unique fragrance of Song Yan, with the woody fragrance of sandalwood and agarwood, and the coolness of winter snow.

Xu Shi is in the eyes of lovers, Song Yan has never smelled this kind of smell, and occasionally he would laugh at Qi Yue because he was thinking too much.

They stayed together for so long that the first person he thought of after he actually smelled the fragrance emanating from his body was Qi Yue.

Thinking about it now, probably this scent is also the scent of my little uncle. It is not surprising that he is such a polite person who likes calligraphy and painting.

Song Yan took a coat from the back seat and covered it over his body, blocking the scent of the green cypresses on Haiyu Island.

After getting off the plane, he wore sunglasses and walked in front, with Xu Zhen and the staff following behind.

I don't know if the itinerary was leaked. Many people outside a few games held up fluorescent cards with his name on them and waited for him, and even shouted his name.

"Song Yan! Song Yan!" The heart-piercing sound was the satisfaction that the fans had been looking forward to.

Song Yan took off his sunglasses and smiled slightly at the blocked fans.

Unexpectedly, Song Yan would smile at them, and the fans became even more excited.

The supporter came out of the VIP channel, and Song Yan heard the enthusiastic screams of the fans over there.

Seeing Song Yan looking over there frequently, Xu Zhen walked over and gave him a pull: "Brother Yan, the car is waiting over there."

Song Yan frowned and shook off Xu Zhen's hand: "Don't touch me."

Xu Zhen: "..."

Across the fence, fans shouted to him enthusiastically, holding various letters and gifts in their hands.

Song Yan stopped in his tracks: "Everyone, go back quickly. I will ask my assistant to accept the letters. Don't give any more gifts. It's getting late. Be careful and go home early."

After finishing speaking, he followed Xu Zhen into the car, "Find some people to collect their letters."

This request was not too much, so Xu Zhen had no choice but to comply.

It was already eleven o'clock when we arrived at the studio.

Song Yan took off his coat, and his whole body still exuded the fragrance of green cypresses on the island.

The designer's eyes lit up when he saw him: "Mr. Song is very suitable for this perfume, sea island and green cypress, rich wood carving fragrance, low-key and high-end, and it also has self-evident majesty."

Song Yan took the clothes for the commercial from her and thanked her.

A blue-gray shirt was worn on top of the white T-shirt, followed by a darker suit jacket of the same style, paired with suit pants, wrapped around his thin but not thin body, unexpectedly young and good-looking.

When the makeup artist was putting on makeup for him, he muttered that the dark circles under his eyes were a bit heavy. Song Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe he didn't sleep well. I'm sorry, please help cover it up."

The makeup artist suddenly blushed.

I haven't worked with Song Yan before, I didn't expect him to be such an approachable star without the slightest airs.

After the modeling was done, Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at himself in the glasses. This modeling was somewhat similar to the statement he played recently.

"Mr. Song, you can prepare to start shooting." The photographer said.

Song Yan came out of the dressing room, looked at the row of perfumes on the table, and asked, "Do I need to introduce these?"

"No, you just need to know their names. Teacher Song is more suitable for woody fragrances. You can spray these few to try the taste." The designer came over and said.

Song Yan picked up a bottle casually and sprayed it into the air. After a burst of spicy, the smell of agarwood followed.

The photographer hurriedly took a few shots, even if it was not lit, it can be used as a commercial after editing later.

"Teacher Song, turn your body slightly to this side, then raise your head and look up at the sky at 45 degrees."

Song Yan tossed around several constructed venues, lying down for a while, standing on the stairs for a while, leaning against the stone wall behind him, and finally finished shooting all the fragrance commercials.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when work was over, and Song Yuxuan wanted to go home, so Xu Zhen had no choice but to send him back to the villa.

When getting out of the car, Xu Zhen handed him a whole box of letters: "I received them from your fans this afternoon."

Song Yan hugged the box and got out of the car, and suddenly said, "You don't need to pick me up for tomorrow's awards ceremony, I will go by myself."

Xu Zhen didn't agree.

After Qi Yue left, Song Yan dismissed the servants at home, and didn't come home for more than a month, and smelled dust as soon as he entered the door.

He turned on the light, put the box in the study room, and took a bottle of red wine to drink alone after taking a shower in the bathroom.

After Qi Yue left, the house became much quieter.

Song Yan thought of her again and was faintly drunk, so he used this reason to call her.

Qi Yue was sleeping soundly, and the phone on the bedside table kept ringing.

She got up and touched the phone, and answered it without looking at it.

"Hello?" The voice was lazy, with some wake-up breath.

The opposite party didn't speak, she was a little angry, and gave another feed.

Only then did Song Yan speak intermittently: "...Qi Yue...I..."

Qi Yue stopped his voice, gradually came to his senses, looked at the time, it was past three o'clock, he probably worked overtime all night again.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Qi Yue was rare and gentle.

Both of them were silent and did not speak. After a while, Qi Yue said, "Song Yan, go to bed, it's getting late, and there is work tomorrow, so don't stay up all night."

She warned her that she didn't want to entangle with him anymore.

Song Yan looked at the wine-red liquid in the goblet, finally gave a wry smile, and hung up the phone.

He wanted to hear more from her, but she didn't want to.

That's right, it was already so late and he called to disturb others, how could he forget that they had broken up.

Song Yan somewhat looked down on himself. When Qi Yue asked him if he would abandon her, why did he answer so simply?

It's not that Qi Huan can't accept having a child, but he really can't find the feeling of being excited.

Love doesn't disappear, but love moves.

(End of this chapter)